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When the Son of Man gives you career advice, or a CD recommendation, you take it:

“He introduced us to jazz and George Benson when we were all listening to rock ‘n’ roll,” said Cunningham, now an attorney in Sacramento, Calif. “He also told me to stick to my studies because they’ll take me where I want to go. And I did, and I got to where I wanted to be.

And who but the Lamb would possess the serenity needed to write a minimally thoughtful farewell message, or to jab a few eye and mouth holes in a large orange gourd?

His keynote speech at the 2004 Democratic National Convention prompted Eric Kusunoki, Obama’s homeroom teacher for four years, to pull out a dusty maroon scrapbook stored away since 1979.

There among the clips and photos he had collected of all his students, Kusunoki found the teenage Obama — carving pumpkins, volunteering for class activities, celebrating birthdays, even writing a nice goodbye note to his teacher.

To steal a line from the comments section, BRIAN CHARLTON of the AP sounds like he just had a Obama-gasm.

From the main article:

Obama had multiethnic existence in Hawaii

Diversity was the norm at the Punahou School, one of the state's top private schools. The 3,600 students came from a wide variety of backgrounds, with a blend of Polynesian, Asian, European and other cultures. Everybody in Hawaii is a minority.

"It was a good melting pot. There were people from all different races," said Eric Smith, a friend and classmate of Obama's in the 1970s. "Everyone seemed to meld together."

There among the clips and photos he had collected of all his students, Kusunoki found the teenage Obama — carving pumpkins, volunteering for class activities, celebrating birthdays, even writing a nice goodbye note to his teacher.

I take it you didn't enjoy school?

Zorkie's a bookburner!

I hated high school and I hated my high school the most. I keep thinking that people in other high schools must have had a better time because a lot of people speak fondly of their high-school years. I hated every single minute of mine (except vacations and strikes of course, then I was in heaven :-) I went to a small private school that had a lot of rich (and snobbish) kids and teachers who expected a lot of work on our part with a minimum effort on theirs.

Now that I think about it, the one good thing about my high school is that I can say I went to school with a certain Greek supermodel and with the heiress to one of the country's biggest wineries. So if I'm ever in desperate need of a free bottle of ouzo or the phone number of a good makeup artist, I know who to call, thank God.

LOL

I hated grade school. I loved middle school and high school. College was a mixed bag - heaven in some ways, hell in many other ways.

I kept most of my old notebooks from high school. I keep thinking that I might need the information at some point in the future. So far I haven't needed them. Maybe I will need them years from now, and information from the internet or a library won't be as helpful as notes I took when I was a teenager.

In middle school and high school I burned all my notebooks, papers and exams at the end of every school year. The only book I still have from middle school or high school is my Warriner's English Grammar.

RIP Ford's high school sounds a lot like mine, but sadly everyone seemed to go in different directions after graduation. Turnout at reunions is abysmal - at my 15th, it was 7 out of 250 (I was not one of the 7).

Keeping in touch isn't easy, but we all know what each is up to.

Ah, I see.

LOL

It's snowing here - lightly, but since it's been below freezing for several days it's sticking like glue. Beautiful.